The Untold Life of Tom Riddle

Prologue

(Authors' note: We own none of these characters they are all the property of J.K. ROWLING.

this story is co- writed by Draconis and Gadzooks.)

Prologue

Dec 31st, 1928

The merciless winds rained snow down on a lone huddled woman hurrying along the cobble stone road, the heavy snow clouds blotted out the full moon, casting the street into almost total darkness. The woman tripped as she ran up to a tall building with soft warm light coming from the windows.

The woman pounded on the door of the building.

"Help me!" She screamed, clutching her swollen stomach, "Somebody please help!"

The door opened, temporarily bathing the cold street in a pool of light and another woman, about the same age, appeared at the door.

"Of course, quickly come inside," the young woman replied, against at finding someone outside on a night like tonight, "Every one is welcome to our help on such a cold new year's eve."

"Thank you," the woman gasped, clutching her stomach as if in pain.

The woman walked in hastily and the young woman could see her stomach was large and rounded. She was pregnant, and in labour.

"Oh my," she said astonished, "Quickly this way."

She hurried the pregnant woman along a spotless, black and white tiled floor.

The woman ushered the other woman to a bed and where gave birth within the hour.

The woman was deathly pale and her hair stuck to her neck in sweaty clumps. The woman was so weak she could barely open her eyes.

The young woman slowly handed her her child. "Here he is, miss. He's beautiful," she breathed. Although the first woman couldn't open her eyes, she smiled as a single tear rolled down her cheek, "I should hope so, his father certainly was."

The young woman smiled sadly, her heart weeping at the words unsaid between the two. They both knew the woman had been too weak after the birth...

"His name is Tom," she whispered, "After his father."

The young woman nodded, as her own tears began to fall, knowing death would soon befall the woman, and there was nothing that could be done. "What of his middle name, miss?"

"Marvolo. 'Twas my father's name," she gasped as pain washed over her. She turned to her son, who was now crying for her. Her heart broke at the sound, knowing she wouldn't be able to comfort him much longer. "I will always love you, Tom Marvolo Riddle, my beautiful baby boy," she whispered, and kissed his forehead, her whole body began numbing, her breathing quickened in fear and her vision clouded over before succumbing to the darkness for the last time.